Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Hearing this sentence, Song Si was stunned.

It wasn't until 1 minute passed that the radio returned to normal, and Song Si started to turn his brain belatedly, and his first reaction was: This is a trap.

This is the most normal and logical thought.Wang Jiawen's identity became a mystery, and he had links with special organizations, which almost caused Chu Mingyi and Xu Xinxin to be killed. After being arrested, he behaved strangely everywhere, and even took the initiative to invite Song Si into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is not easy to enter. The last time he did this secretly was when Liu Cenning was interrogated.

After the interrogation of Liu Cenning, he lay in the bathtub and cut his wrists to commit suicide, and the current him took over his body.It can be seen that even if there are twin butterflies, it is still dangerous to enter the sea of ​​consciousness alone.Although people cannot lie in the shallow sea of ​​consciousness, there are countless ways to be traps.A few safe words are enough for him to drink a pot.

Song Si's reason is online, logic is online, and the risks are clear, but the heart rate has been unable to return to normal for a long time.

Wang Jiawen's proposal has a magical power, if Song Si is a cat, then this proposal is like catnip sprinkled on the edge of a cliff.

He remained calm on the surface, and said calmly after silence: "Got it."

Wang Jiawen looked at him and said, "I'm sorry about what happened today, I'm sorry."

Song Si looked outside, but did not see Chu Mingyi standing by the window.He smiled at Wang Jiawen and said, "You shouldn't tell me, you should tell my colleagues, or your ex-girlfriend."

After saying this sentence, he stood up from his chair, went outside to get him a breakfast, and then closed the door of the interrogation room.

Chu Mingyi stood at the window with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding a cigarette.

Song Si walked over, took his cigarette away, and extinguished it in the ashtray.

"He told me some irrelevant things," Song Si took the initiative to confess to him, "I can't tell you."

Chu Mingyi neither asked about the content nor questioned Song Si's decision, but said, "No matter what he says, it's a trap. He's just bait to catch you."

Song Si raised his eyebrows: "So sure?"

"It's so obvious, don't say you didn't see it."

Song Si said, "What if I must bite the bait?"

Chu Mingyi's eyes moved slightly, he looked into Song Si's pupils, and saw his own reflection inside.

He put his palm on the top of Song Si's head, grabbed it twice, and said, "Then I will lock you in the small dark room and lock you up."

Song Si clicked his tongue, had nothing to say about the leader's fascist behavior, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, turned and left.

In the afternoon, the people in the three departments were very busy, each performing their own duties, and started to investigate following the information provided by Wang Jiawen, and used his account to log in to the sub-forum of the oracle forum. There is indeed a secret section in it, which is dedicated to posting supernatural tasks .

As small as looking for people and things, as large as murder and arson, and stealing business secrets, the price is clearly marked, with a minimum of [-] yuan and a maximum of tens of millions.

Colleagues were busy checking the situation on the forum. Chu Mingyi interrogated Wang Jiawen all afternoon, and Yu Yiming continued to trace the whereabouts of the group this morning. Only Song Si didn't care to investigate, quietly left the office, and went to the cafeteria to eat ice cream.

I took the A4 paper from last time, sat down in the familiar seat, and ordered two vanilla-flavored ice creams.

The A4 paper still kept the case he sorted out last time. After Liu Cenning was executed, all the unrest began with Hong Yi's death.Song Si picked up the pen again, and continued to sketch the unfinished mind map.

Hong Yi-Zhu Hongjia-The strong control the weak-New social structure? -Oracle Forum-Ninghai Medicine-He...

Him.

Song Si looked at the word and made a circle on it.

continue. breaker-mysterious organization-controlled Liu Zhixin-dream-cafe-Wang Jiawen...

When making a mind map, it is necessary to follow the fastest way of thinking, write down the associated words that come to mind the fastest, so as to clarify the potential logic chain of the brain in a short time.

After writing Wang Jiawen, Song Si couldn't help writing the word "孤" in another stroke.

Halfway through writing, he froze himself.

What he cared most about Wang Jiawen was his orphan status?

Song Si was a little confused for a while, so he put down his pen first, leaned back in his chair, and ate ice cream slowly.

There is a potted plant in the middle of the table, I don't know what it is.

Song Si began to count the leaves on it, entering, not entering, entering, not entering, entering...

After counting to the last piece, the choice stopped at "no entry".

Song Si tasted his inner emotions, and threw the last crispy tube into his mouth, he already had a bottom line in his heart.

——He wanted to enter Wang Jiawen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even knowing that it is very likely to be a trap.

Don't hesitate to make a decision, just think about the consequences.Song Si's heart became clearer, he folded up the A4 papers on the table, poured some water on the potted plants, paid the bill, and left.

Three people stayed at the Special Investigation Bureau tonight, and the other three went home to sleep first.

Chu Mingyi naturally slept in the office, Yu Yiming was still chasing the MPV, and also applied to sleep in the office, and the last one was Song Si.

They stayed up all night last night, and they were so sleepy after nine o'clock. Song Si unexpectedly didn't have any psychological burden (probably the first time was born and the second time was cooked). He washed early, lay down on the bed in the lounge, and fell asleep when he was tired , didn't even dream all night, until the alarm clock woke him up from his sleep.

The alarm clock vibrated under his pillow quietly, Song Si turned off his phone, put on his clothes and went out.

The third department was locked up tightly, and the inconspicuous infrared network was turned on next to the interrogation room. Chu Mingyi slept in the room next to the interrogation room. Zhu Hongjia's matter made him a lot more cautious.

However, this time it was Song Si who was the thief.

He secretly went to the fourth department in the afternoon and got a simple version of the sea of ​​consciousness interrogation tool.

Looking at the time, at 03:30 in the morning, the office was completely silent, and the enlarged surveillance was projected on the wall, showing that Wang Jiawen inside was still awake, still sitting straight in the chair, as if waiting for something.

Song Si carefully avoided the infrared net, quietly entered the interrogation room and locked the door.

Wang Jiawen looked at him in surprise, and was about to speak when Song Si made a silent gesture.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he posted various routes to Wang Jiawen when he came up.Wang Jiawen stared straight at him, as if he had something to say, so he pursed his lips.

Song Si installed the equipment and glanced at him.

Wang Jiawen opened his mouth immediately, but Song Si covered it tightly.

The last words were not finished, Song Si sat down in the chair opposite him, and quickly and decisively connected the line.

Wang Jiawen's expression gradually blurred, and his eyes behind the glasses closed a little bit.Song Si looked at the glass window behind him with some guilt, took a breath, and put the conductive sticker on his temple.

The familiar dense darkness surrounded him from all directions, and the real world began to distort and dissipate. He became a wisp of a departed soul from his previous life, which was pulled out of the penis by the instrument and projected into another illusory world.

The coolness is getting stronger, and gradually, there is the sound of the empty wind, from far to near, gently passing by his ears, bringing a smell of desolate dust.

The new body condensed little by little, and Song Si felt that he had become very short and thin. He was wearing dusty old clothes, and his outstretched hands were small. He looked like a child of twelve or thirteen years old.

A fallen leaf was rolled up by the autumn wind and flew past his palm.

Song Si raised his head cautiously.

... Surrounding it is a dilapidated playground, which has been in disrepair for a long time. The concrete floor is cracked in many places, and weeds are stubbornly drilled out of it.The playground was surrounded by low flat-roofed buildings, the highest of which was four stories high, all of which were gray and looked dirty.The season should be autumn, with withered and yellow leaves falling everywhere, the sky is gloomy and dull, it seems that it is late, and it will be dark soon.

Everything in this world looks extremely realistic and normal.

Apart from him, no one else was seen, only the sound of the empty wind kept passing through the playground.

Song Si waited for a while, the world has stabilized and there is no change.He wanted to go in the direction of the building, and actively searched for the owner of the sea of ​​consciousness, but as soon as he took a step, he realized that he was sitting.

He was sitting on a rickety swing.

The swing looked even older than the playground, and the iron frame seemed to collapse at any moment, and only half of the board was left on which he was sitting on. With a slight movement, the entire ground began to creak.

Song Si jumped off the swing, stretched out his hand naturally, and patted the dust off his body.

After doing this, he froze.

Why is he dusting off the world of the sea of ​​consciousness?

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